the way she breathes his name in her soft voice;
it KILLS him, THRILLS him, sends CHILLS through him.
he could – should – explain, why the look those boys
give her bothers him so much;
it’s the same look ＨＥ gave her when she lay on
that dazzling white backdrop
( that’s what it should be called; the bright room
the light will reveal your supple body && the flash
will scorch your cornflower eyes. )
it’s the hungry look of the wolf && his lamb.
&& to see it again && again, every day
some other boy, some other straying hands, little
whispered remarks – it’s the dark room on repeat,
a record spiraling them both down to HELL, HELL,
H E L L .
but of course, that’s not the only reason
why his skin crawls when others get too near her.
after all, she’s HIS to take care of; HIS to protect
the only hands that should be on her are his,
grip too harsh, nails too sharp,
teeth && breath too close to skin.
he hardly notices how near he is to her right now,
ignoring the jeers, whistles, && covetous glances
it’s just him shielding her from the LOOKS
he could have saved her before, but he didn’t.
( does he really think he can make it up to her
just by doing this ?? )
maybe he DOES; but it’s not enough
she needs to help him, she needs to act like
none of it ever happened to her.
(&& then maybe he can pretend it never
happened, either.)
he’s grabbing her wrist; a little too rough, but
it won’t leave a bruise, he thinks. && he hisses,
hotly in her ear, angrily;
“ stop looking so FUCKING miserable.
you’re being easy. give them your
middle finger. stop doing NOTHING. ”
&&. back to reality. her shoulders jump at the volume
of his words, wincing as he snatched her wrist up &&.
collected it as his own. he’s always MARKING her.
whether it be his vexing gaze, or his ROUGH touch.
the stars that lived in her eyes die out, she’s back to
a HOLLOW SHELL.
a blank stare meets his aggressive blues. an aura of
melancholy surrounds her, as it always did. she looks
kind of disappointed, like a mother who had just found
out about her son’s suspension.
‘ why do you care? ‘
she looks away, voice hoarse &&. meek.
he’s always giving out HOPE &&. then pushing her AWAY.
she felt so used, so FOOLED.
‘ aren’t you FRIENDS with them ?? ‘
he doesn’t want anything from her;
what he wants are those lustful eyes
(Ｇ Ｏ Ｕ Ｇ Ｅ Ｄ Ｏ Ｕ Ｔ) looking elsewhere.&& yes, he’s being selfish,
possessive of property that isn’t even his;
yet the burning jealousy still prickles on his neck
claws at his gut && sets his skin burning.he sees her eyes; he knows those eyes
that look of fear and discomfort
she doesn’t want to be touched – she doesn’t
want to be LOOKED AT any more.those disgusting creeps, they don’t know kate,
they know a VIDEO – ᵃ ˢᵗᵘᵖᶦᵈ ᵍᵒᵈᵈᵃᵐᶰ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦᶰᵍ ᵖᶦᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ
ˢʰᶦᵗ ᵛᶦᵈᵉᵒ – not HER. and they never
DESERVE to, either – their unwanted hands
should never be allowed to wander near.&& he mumbles,
“ i’m not your goddamn bodyguard, ”
but there is no hesitation; && he steps closer
to her as he speaks, makes it look like they’re
having a conversation.it is with a swooping sensation of hot pride in
his stomach that he notes how the boy who had
been staring so lustfully starts to back off when
he sees the prescott move closer to kate.
SAYS ONE THING &&. DOES ANOTHER. tongues of flame
nip at his words, yet his actions, they tell another story. she
knows her pursuer is gone, she doesn’t need to look; she
CAN’T look. she’s transfixed. oceans of deep blue crash into
waters of icy, uncharted territory.
his lips are moments away from her ear, tender flesh reddening
under his domineering form. her eyes are wide, constellations
shining brightly in her cerulean orbs. she’s only looking at him.
‘ nathan—- ‘
his name slips fro between her teeth, mouth slightly agape. he’s
all she can think, all she can see. he’d HELPED her, willingly.
he could kiss her, and she’d let him.
maybe she would like it.
maybe she WANTED it.
‘ why would you—–? ‘
her tremors ceased, she seems calmed. should she be ?? is
she safe now ?? or has he only LIMITED THE COMPETITION.
but, for some reason, she isn’t scared.
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he notices, something she SHOULD BE HAPPY ABOUT.
why isn’t she happy ??
it’s always small smiles, half-lidded eyes, &&. a HUNGRY
gaze. they’ve watched her performance many times, it’s
downloaded on their phones, bookmarked.
the woman doesn’t turn, but adjusts her gaze. a lone student,
seemingly ignoring the prescott’s presence. she can FEEL
his eyes on her. he wants to do impure things, he wants to
steal her.
&&. AT THAT MOMENT, she wants to cry. she realizes
what she’s feeling. how SCARED she is, how depressed.
all it took, was for someone to NOTICE.
her eyes dart back, he’s still staring.
palms start to sweat, wrists begin to tremble.
‘ this isn’t anything new,
i’m just——- ‘
she imagines the HANDS. unwanted touches, pulling at her
skirt, travelling up her thigh—–
‘ i know you don’t particularly like me
or anything, but—–
can you just, make sure he doesn’t
like—–come over here ??
i’ll do whatever you want, just,
please. ‘
her voice is meek &&. quiet, there’s a tone of desperation,
no one’s ever seen her like this.
she can hear the laughs.
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he’d come before, four times, to be exact.
the first, sleep would never come, for her heart slapped
against her chest, &&. his breath, hot against her neck.
she has nightmares too, ones that haunt her reality, lucid
&&. surreal. she always wakes with the same fear,
imminent death.
she wasn’t sure if she allowed him to stay out of selfish
desire, or out of the KINDNESS OF HER HEART.
( yeah right, keep reassuring yourself of the latter. )
she stands in the doorway, a distant gaze in deep blues.
she can’t speak.
she’s scared.
fingers tremble, her facade is MELTING. she can’t keep
doing this.
‘ please,
hold me. ‘
‘what are you doing here?’ what, indeed.
he’s looking for something from her, again
&& it’s more than just a pair of arms to wrap him in
( there are others he could have gone to for that ) .
a g r o a n escapes; has he truly departed from this world?
deceased in the night, inebriated on pills && spirits?
for a fleeting moment, he turns his face in to rest his
head against her neck.
breathes her in.
she’s soft, smells like sleep && floral perfume.
he holds this position; dare he yet to speak?
once rediscovering his balance, he warily moves away
half-lidded eyes glazed, he raises them to consider her.
“ i want to talk to you. ”
it’s a pathetic mumble, hardly a command&& it isn’t even the truth; really
( he never wants to hear the sound of his own voice again ) .
though he would gladly listen to hers for an eternity.
“ just let me stay here with you ”, he wants to plead.
&& even under the filter of his glassy eyes
the unspoken words shine through.
she knows he’s intoxicated. ( or high ?? stoned ?? kate
didn’t know what IDIOTIC methods people used to WASTE
AWAY. )
( oh, but you didn’t even need those things, did you? )
nevermind the faint smell of alcohol on his breath, nathan
prescott would NEVER wish to speak to her, not on any
sober circumstances. though, she couldn’t say she hated
this side of nathan. even if she wanted to. she would never
condone the abuse of a coaxing ale. or, at least, that’s what
she says.
‘ alright,
what would you like to talk about ?? ‘
he’s almost like a baby, the way he’d clung to her form, how
he looks at her with sparkling eyes.
really, he’s quite cute when he’s not frowning, or yelling.
‘ um—– ‘
she scampers around, anxiously, picking the desk chair up
in her arms &&. placing it so it would be adjacent to her bed.
childish steps approached her disheveled twin mattress, seated
atop a grey comforter.
gesturing to the chair, she motions for him to sit.
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was it stella again ?? she really didn’t feel like getting up
just to listen to her teen wolf ramblings. of course, she wasn’t
asleep. she could never really sleep. not while her mind’s
awake, sabotaging her.
she doesn’t bother with a bra, it’s just one of her hallmates,
probably asking for a favor or something.
she was in for a surprise.
SLENDER FINGERS reveal the guest, &&. she adjusts
her gaze, eyes widening.
‘ nathan ?? ‘
what a time to be wearing mismatching socks &&. a pair
of pajama pants with cartoon dinosaurs printed all over them.
he’s going to make fun of her, she knows it.
but ?? he’s strangely disoriented, he acts as if he had forgotten
his basic principles. she caught him in her arms, helping him
through her door.
‘ what are you—–
his eyes close.
he knows what they’ve been doing to Her ever since the video.
he’s seen the glances, the wandering hands,
the remarks and whispers and the way
She just stands there and does ＮＯＴＨＩＮＧ .they’ve been at him about it, too, some of them.
‘ bet she was good. ’
the assumptions.
‘ so was she a virgin? ’sometimes he wished that was what he’d done to her instead.
it would be easier to explain. and maybe he’d have enjoyed it
maybe it wouldn’t have stayed stuck in his head
like the image of her limp body on the white floor.he can’t tell her the truth; not her, not anyone.
he wasn’t stupid.
and besides, he’d p r o m i s e d .
and what was the happiness of a worthless ＳＬＵＴ
to the praise of mark jefferson ??the more he thinks about it, the more he feels.
he’s angry now and he doesn’t know why.“ ＷＨＡＴ do you want from me ??
i’ve already told you everything!
it’s your fucking FAULT for getting so wasted!
you want help ?? go ask your GOD!
if you suck his DICK he might let you
back into heaven. ”laughter from the people nearby.
they hear his shouts. somebody cheers.
no mercy for blackwell’s WHORE.
her world’s spinning, bile twists &&. turns in her
stomach, she can’t breathe. anxiety riddles her
body, she’s no longer able to catch up with the
tears, they leave tracks down her cheeks, stick
onto her lashes.
she’s never looked more beautiful, the redness
of her nose, eyes——-
CRYBABY CRY.
she felt like collapsing, covering her ears from
the DEMONS disguised as humans. smiling
faces, staring down at her tortured form.
&&. for what seemed like the first time in her
life, kate marsh felt angry.
tongues of flame licked at her throat, daring
to BURN all in her wake.
she yanks the paper out of her pockets, a
yellow bus ticket.
she’s raising her white flag.
oh, but she’s smiling the brightest.
‘ don’t worry, i’ll be out of your hair soon.
this town doesn’t seem to want me any
longer. no one seems to want me any
longer.
there’s no hope for me anywhere, but i
did enjoy my time here, though short.
you’re all lovely people. &&. i am truly
sorry for bothering you.
goodbye. ‘
forever.
( i thought you wanted this. )
( yet, you’re crying like a baby. )
she turns, seemingly content with everything.
yet, she’s really making a beeline for the ROOF.
ʜᴇ’s ɢᴏɴᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ʜᴀsɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇ?
lost in his thoughts once more.
he should answer her.
those people are still staring – even more so now.of course,
he knows what happened at that party.
the glazed look in her eyes.
the throngs of people.
the video.ＴＨＥ ＤＡＲＫ ＲＯＯＭ.
they all watched him with his arm around her shoulders
leading her away from the party.
they all snickered and whistled and made obscene gestures
they all ASSUMED what happened next.none of them really knew.
“ ɪ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ . ”
he’s shouting now. yes,
draw more attention to yourself, nathan.his hands are shaking like leaves in a s t o r m
his eyes, roaming, happen to notice
how small she looks,
like he could lean over and gently blow on her paper skin
and she’d just float away, gone forever.he wants her to leave.
she’s making him sick.
GUILTYGUILTYGUILTY
it wasn’t his fault.
he never wanted to hurt her.
he never wanted to –“ you were high as a fucking kite.
so I took you to your dorm.
hospital was… closed.
i already TOLD you all of this.
LEAVE ME ALONE. ”
she winces at the volume of his voice, pale hands
collecting underneath her chin. this went exactly
how she pictured it. the WORST POSSIBLE SCENARIO.
eyes glue to her frame, something she should be
used to, by now, at least.
boys, undressing her with their eyes, tugging on her
skirt. kate, too afraid to speak against them. it all
felt too familiar. unwanted touches, waking with skin
that didn’t feel like her own.
‘ you’re my only hope. ‘
her words creak out, betwixt chapped lips. kate marsh
used to wear makeup, too much mascara, a tacky red
lip. she used to dress like she wanted to win someone
over. now, she looks lifeless. she’s LIVING DEAD. just
a body, soulless.
‘ i just thought you’d—–
i just thought you’d HELP me. ‘
settle down crybaby. tears well in her eyes, she isn’t
letting anyone see them, she knew they would just
‘ but, why would anyone want to
help ME ?? blackwell’s WHORE. ‘
it’s okay, she’ll give them what they want, she’ll give
them WHAT THEY WANT.
she’d gathered up her courage, to do something she’s
been hoping to do, something she’s hoped to never do.
though, things have worsened, vile writings on her books,
locker, &&. other various possessions. she’s had to avoid
the showers, lunch hall, &&. even the courtyard. blackwell
had morphed into some hellish realm. she didn’t feel
welcome any longer, no one would listen—–
if this goes south—–
blue orbs look down at the crumpled up paper in her hand.
a bus ticket.
she didn’t know where she’d go, safe places seemed narrow,
though running away from her family didn’t seem right.
( did anything seem right? )
it’s midday, sun raining on the two from above. there were
times when nathan prescott’s hair seemed blonde, rather
than a soft brunette. today was one of those days. where
light beamed down on this thick locks, yellowing the tawny
surface.
she was nervous, speaking to him. she wouldn’t look him
the eye &&. her hand fingered the hem of her blouse.
‘ i was wondering—–
if i could speak to you for a moment? ‘
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